AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Just a heads up month 6 will be a two-parter... lots going on and setting up some stuff I am pretty sure you are gonna like ;)
So please enjoy and as always characters are not my own - story beats are.


It was all to common for Tara's phone to ring in the middle of the night. Between her and Jax someone's cell was always dictating their every move as a couple. Whether it was the club or the hospital when she was on call, she had been conditioned to pick up in a half sleep haze.

This time it was Chibs familiar accent on the other end of the line.

"Something's going down Doc, can't leave ya without protection or Jax'd have my balls," Chibs dictated, "Phil's on the way over now."

"Yeah okay," Tara responded half asleep, "anything I need to know?" The club was mainly unaware of how much Jax would tell her about their business, but as the club doc they all knew she was privy to more information than most old ladies.

"Not yet darling," Chibs responded as he shut the phone. Tara retreated into the kitchen, pulling the gun from her nightstand with her, to put on a pot of tea, start some coffee and while she was at it, warm a bottle for Abel. She could never sleep well on these nights, even with an armed guard at her door.

As the tea kettle whistled she heard the sound of a Harley pulling up and a knock on her door. She thought only for a moment about how fucked up it was that she took the gun in her hand so mindlessly to check the peep hold of their front door, seeing the familiar prospects face and letting him in.

Tara made herself a cup of chamomile tea, "made you a fresh pot of coffee, help yourself."

"Thank you ma'am," Phil said as Tara disappeared into Abel's nursery with a fresh bottle.

She did as she had done most nights where protection was sitting in her living room and spent the night on the daybed in the nursery, door locked and gun close. No one would ever hurt either of her sons again.


Tara woke to Abel standing in his crib holding onto the rail. He need a change and a bottle. Phil was still sitting in the living room, shotgun laid across his lap.

"Good morning," Tara spoke wrapped in her robe, "we in the clear yet?"
"Not quite ma'am," Phil responded.
"Well then Abel is coming with me to St. Thomas today… I'll call Gemma," Tara instructed as she dialed Gemma informing her to the plan.

Phil sat in the chair outside of her office at the hospital while Tara worked with Abel inside. Gemma rolled up with her own prospect body guard in tow.
"Take a seat next to your buddy here," Gemma commanded as she entered Tara's office.

"I hate this shit," Gemma greeted Tara with a hug and kiss on the cheek, "our guys are locked down and what do we have, fucking biker boy scouts following us everywhere we go."

Tara nodded her head in agreement as Gemma made her way to stroke Abel's small amount of hair.

Tara sat on the edge of her desk, "I donno whats worse, full TM lockdown or a prospect shadow."

Gemma laughed, "lockdown sweetheart, too many fucking croweater trying to step up to old lady status, while the rest of us are just trying to make sure our kids aren't going crazy."

"Any idea what this one's about," Tara questioned?

"Nah I don't know shit..." Gemma started. "I know Jax tells you things, Clay's the same - helps us wrap our head around what's next, figure out our place in this whole shitstorm. But these guys are not our men. They have no clue what we know, how much we can handle. You know Donna didn't know shit about the club." This was the first time Gemma had really opened up about this stuff with Tara.

"No I didn't, I figured most of the real old ladies were in the loop... but Jax asked me once if I wanted to know nothing or everything..." Tara trailed off at the memory of finding a spiritually broken Jax looking for some sort of respite in her confidence that day in his bathroom. She had made the choice to know it all, and she had not regretted it.

"You picked right honey, and this... this not knowing is bull," Gemma inserted. "First they plan this whole scheme behind our backs, making us think my poor baby was a rat," Gemma vented, "and then, then we are here with no clue who is trying to off who for what reason. Just plain old dumb in my book."

Margaret had knocked and popped her head into Tara's office, "sorry Tara, can I have you come take a look at the newborn?"
"Sure, of course," Tara responded, "you mind watching him for a bit?" Tara asked Gemma.

"Go save lives Doc, I got this one," Gemma ushered her off while Gemma picked up and rocked the sleeping Abel.

Gemma and Tara had one more night of guards before they finally got the all clear from the club that they didn't expect any more retaliation. Still Tara slept on the daybed a few more nights with her gun not far from reach, just to be sure.


After days of restless sleep under the guard of the club combined with Abel attempting to walk and with a growing Teller boy inside of her, Tara had officially hit full exhaustion. Opie had called her and said that he would drive her out to Stockton that week because they had some important club business to discuss before she could see Jax and while she knew this had to be done, it still didn't mean she had to like it.

"This is bullshit Opie," Tara was hiding nothing at this point when Opie entered the visitation room alone, leaving her on the other side of the door.

In the waiting room, Abel was all over the place trying to walk and falling. Tara was reluctantly chasing him around as she kept checking her watch. She finally got Abel to sit still for one second and then he burst into tears for no apparent reason. Tara had just about had it.

She was watching the clock tick past, every minute pushing into her time with Jax and his time with Abel. "What the fuck is going on in there," she thought to herself. She was literally watching the weeks visitation tick by with a crying kid on her lap.

Finally Opie came and got her… "you have to be kidding me?" was all she could say to him.

Opie gave Jax a look trying to warn him of what he was about to get thrust upon him but he had already heard it, a wailing kid and a pissed off old lady. Jax went over and picked up his upset son, "what's wrong little man?"

"Well maybe if he hadn't been waiting 20 minutes for his dad he would be in a better mood to see you," she shot at Jax. "Really, why do we even come out here, I guarantee it's not for the scenery." She hadn't even touched him, she was just standing there with her hand on her hips.

"You done?" Jax asked straight forward. She gave him a look to tell him he was pushing his luck and not to try her.

"Look, babe, I'm sorry," Jax spoke with a bit of empathy as he reached his free hand out to her hip. She tried to pull back from him some, but Jax caught one of her belt loops.
"I am not playing that game Tara," he warned. Tara had venom in her eyes as she looked up at him but finally she stepped in closer, almost like she was going to square off with him. Jax knew Tara was tough, sure she had gone to med school but buried deep in her was still a girl he knew could throw down if push come to shove.

He moved his hand up to her shoulder, giving it a slight rub before pulling her into him. She fought back for a moment but eventually frustratingly collapsed into his embrace.

"I am still fucking pissed at you," she said muffled against is broad chest.
"I know," he spoke laying a kiss on the top of her head. She looked up at him and finally gave him a single unenthusiastic kiss. Abel had finally stopped crying and Tara just stood silently and angrily against him, but she had wrapped her arms around to his back which Jax saw as a good sign. She just breathed there for a moment, taking in the scent of him, while Jax talked to Abel.

"Two minutes," the guard yelled out. Jax's finally felt a tinge of assurance when he felt Tara pull him a little tighter. They took just a moment before Jax set Abel down who was now wrapped around Taras leg. He put both arms over her shoulders then gently lifted her chin forcing her to look at him
"Still pissed at me?" he asked going in for a kiss.
"Yes" Tara flatly reply, but met his lips for a peck.
"Still love me?" he questioned.
"Of course I still love you, you ass," Tara responded still obviously pissed. He gave her a kiss on the forehead pulled her in tight. She looked up at him and he gave her a real proper kiss, "all serious babe, stuffs going down, I know you know that. Listen to Opie and Chibs." Tara rolled her eyes.

"Let's move out boys," the guard announced. He bent down to give Abel one last kiss.
"Say bye dada," Tara coaxed. Abel open and closed his hand bye.

"Say bye momma," Jax threw back at her going in for a goodbye kiss.

"Fix this shit Teller," she commanded rarely using his last name pointing at his chest leaving on last hasty peck on his lips, "love you." Her tone was stern and flat as she turned on her heel and was out the door without a second's hesitation.

Jax ran his hand through his hair as he paced towards the door back to holding.

"That was rough," a guard mentioned to Jax. He balled his fists at his sides, "ya think," he replied.
"You know for $500 bucks I can get you four hours alone with her… conjugal," the guard softly threw to him. Jax looked at him pissed but still intrigued.
"You're not married, but looks like she's your baby momma… I've made harder things work. Just say the word man," the guard went on.

"Set it up," was all Jax said as he walked through to the guard escorting him back to his cell.


Opie knew he was also in trouble once Tara came out from vistiation. "Get in the car Opie," was all she commanded as she put Abel in his carseat and sat in silence the rest of the way back to the clubhouse.

Opie had asked her to come inside the clubhouse for a bit while he got her monthly cash envelope. Chips immediately scooped up Abel to play with him for a bit while Tara took a seat by Piney. She had just had all she could take for the day when two crow eaters walked past her, "who let a pregnant bitch in here," was all Tara heard as they walked by.

Tara exhaled and braced herself to get up from her seat, "excuse me while I go handle some shit," she spoke to Piney.
Piney gave out a small laugh then snapped at a prospect, "follow her."

Tara found the two crow eaters hanging behind the bar drinking a beer.

"Can I help you," the one who made the pregnant comment said in a bitchy tone.

Tara put a hand on her belly, "no, see, I came to ask you that" she said in an obvious fake sweet voice before shifting her tone to reveal her true intentions. "Because when you are in this clubhouse, well you might as well be in my house, and a little respect goes a long way."

The prospect stood back behind Tara and the crow eater seemed to take notice. Tara continued gaining confidence, "so where did they find you? A strip club? Some shitty little biker bar?" She shook her head at them, "you get one pass for not know who I am but after this you either fall in line or you're gone..."

"What are you just some old lady around here?" the bitchy one asked.

Tara took a step closer to her, "No I am not just some old lady, see when this baby's grandmother is not present in this clubhouse," she rubbed her stomach, "I am THE old lady around here. This little guy right here, this is Jackson Teller's son and so is that one over there," she motioned to Abel, "and do you know what else they are, Gemma and Clay's grandkids. Now show some respect before you make yourself look even more stupid than you already are…" with that Chibs walked over holding Abel.

"All good here, Doc?" Chibs asked setting Abel down next to Tara.

"Yes just giving these girls here a friendly welcome, isn't that right ladies," Tara coaxed. They both nodded.
Opie walked over to Tara and handed her the cash.

Tara tuned to look straight at Opie and Chibs, "are we clear of this crap yet?" They both nodded their heads no.

"Well at least tell me who the fuck is trying to hurt my family," she questioned.

Opie finally broke, "we think the Russians are up to something, some pay back, but we don't know what yet."

Tara shook her head at them as her phone rang, "hello?"

"Hello is the Dr. Tara Knowles?" the voice on the other end questioned. She looked at the guys and decided to put the phone on speaker.
"Speaking," she responded.

"Calling to confirm your Family Reunion Program visit for Tuesday afternoon, you are confirmed for 2pm," the voice spoke.
Tara looked at the guys confused, and Chibs nodded to her to say yes.

"Um alright, thank you, 2pm," Tara responded unsure.

"Great check in at the usual visitation desk at 2pm and bring the 5," the phone clicked.

Tara turned to Opie, "what the fuck was that?"

Opie just laughed, "guess Jax figured out what guard to bribe - you'll need to bring $500 cash with you... not a bad rate for a conjugal."

"A conjugal," Tara swallowed. She went from being full fledge pissed off to all the sudden nervous.

"Yeah darling," Opie spoke sarcastically, "cheer up, a little action will be good for both of you."

Month 6 To Be Continued...